Chapter 1
Kathy considered herself a very good mother. Even though she had to take care of her two sons on her own she had done a splendid job. Her oldest son, Eric, was off to college in his freshman year. Her youngest son, Paul, was still at home.
Sixteen-year-old Paul had pleased her in most every way. For Paul was a top student as well as being a rugged young athlete.
However, one evening she was quite disturbed when she chanced into Paul's bedroom and saw him sprawled across the bed with Playboy opened to the centerfold nude. Paul's hand was on his penis and he was pumping vigorously, his eyes fastened on the beautiful girl whose naked body was spread across the colorful centerfold.
"That's a nice thing to be doing," Kathy quipped as she looked at her young son in disgust and disdain.
"Did you ever hear of knocking before you open a door?" the young boy replied as he quickly hid under the sheets, pulling the magazine with him.
"Apparently it is essential to knock around here," she said cryptically. "I am ashamed of you."
She was about to turn away and go back to her bedroom. However, what her young son had to say startled her.
"Maybe if you'd take care of me the way you used to take care of dad I wouldn't have to jack off," he said evenly.
Turning around Kathy looked into Paul's blue eyes.
"So you have been watching us?" she demanded.
"I saw you go down on dad when I was fourteen years old," he admitted candidly.
"Your father had bizarre sex habits," she complained.
"The old man knew where it was at," Paul said, "when he wanted to get his rocks off he made you lick everything. I saw you, mom. You used to jack him off while you would suck his ass. You licked his balls. And he loved it."
Stunned and ashamed Kathy turned away once more.
"I wouldn't mind it if you took care of me," Paul said shyly.
That did it. She refused to take any more of this nonsense talk. Going over to the bed she slapped her son's face.
"Do you want to slap my ass, too?" Paul asked as he threw back the bed clothes and rolled over on his stomach.
All at once she savagely hit his behind. She couldn't remember why. But she knew she had to. Her hand worked hard against his firm round buttocks. And as she did so she saw the skin turn to red.
"Stop it, mom," he told her, "you've done enough."
Putting his hands protectively around his ass cheeks he looked at her. She was bending over and he could see the cleavage of her round bosoms. The red nipples of her bosoms appealed to him.
"Why don't you let me suck on those tits?" he demanded.
"I always did think that you were putting too much into your feeding time when you were a baby," she said.
There was a mischievous look in his face as he decided that he was going to have her. The child look vanished. The man spoke.
"You know you want to get fucked," he told her, "and you've been sorry ever since you told dad to go out. He left us."
"I didn't mean to lose my control like that," she said.
"That's all right," he told her. "Why don't you come here and take care of me?"
Her young son Paul rolled over. He spread his legs widely displaying his huge shaft.
"I mustn't," she said, "I mustn't touch you."
"I only wish you would, mom," he told her. "It wouldn't hurt."
"I don't know what's happening to me," she said nervously, "but I'm frightened. I don't understand it. But I do want you."
"Oh, mom," he told her, "I've never loved anybody so much. Why don't you get down there with your hand and pull on my cock. I would like it so much."
"All right," she agreed.
At this point she reached over and fondled his balls. It was like old times. It seemed as if her husband was back as she stroked her young son's huge penis.
"That's the way to do it," he urged her on. "Don't be bashful. Come on, mom, play with me."
His penis lengthened as her hand pulled on it.
"Keep it up," he begged, "oh, mom, don't ever stop. Pull on my prick. That's what I want you to do. Grab it. Milk it."
Kathy was pulling savagely on her young son's penis. She was eager to give him the excitement he sought.
"Jerk it quicker," he told her, "that's it. Oh, mom, I love it. Oh, keep it up. That's what I want."
His cock was hard and it stuck straight up now. And she was pulling for all she was worth.
"I really like this," he told her, "oh, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it up."
As she pulled she couldn't help noticing the big balls swelling. She knew that they should be sucked. That would be giving him the complete trip. Bending over, she brushed her bosoms across his thighs. And suddenly her tongue was lightly toying with his testicles. He loved the sensation.
"Lick my nuts," he told her. "That's it. Come on, lick my balls."
The pleasurable sensations had him shaking.
"Now suck my ass," he begged, "go ahead. You sucked daddy's ass-hole. I saw you."
She leaned over farther. The hot tongue swept around the ass crack.
"Eat my ass," he begged her. "That's it. Suck ass. Come on, suck ass."
Kathy's tongue slipped smoothly up her young son's tight anal channel. She loved getting lost in her son's ass-hole with her tongue.
"Keep pulling on my dick," he told her, "but take it easy. You've got sharp fingernails, mom."
She eased up on her grip on his cock. And she pulled hard.
"That's the way I want it," he told her, "oh, yes, mom. Keep pulling. Now you're doing it. Yes. That's the way. Pull on it."
He was really pulling now and so was she.
"I like it," he told her, "oh, that's beautiful. Keep sucking my ass."
She continued sucking on his ass-hole. But the real target of her mouth was his cock. For she wanted to suck the juice out.
"Eat it," he told her, "go ahead, eat my prick, mom."
Hastily sliding her tongue from his ass-hole she licked along his cock and up the underside of his penis shaft until she was at the top of his penis.
She looked at the small slit with the crystal cum forming at its crown. She swept her tongue around urgently.
"Suck me," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Suck my prick."
She let her mouth slip over his thick cock and she sucked. With flashback she recalled how pleasurable it was when her husband shot her a good load of cum. History was repeating itself for Kathy. And she was glad. She only hoped that her young son Paul could deliver the same amount of juice to her.
She slid her hands under his buttocks. She gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them as she went on sucking.
"Suck that cock," he urged, "that's the way you do it. Come on, baby. Suck that big juicy dick. Now you're doing it. Just the way I like it. Oh, baby, suck that cock. Suck it off."
The exciting sensations had her head bobbing up and down.
"Beautiful," he told her, "oh, baby, now you're doing it. Suck it. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
It wasn't going to be much longer now before the big penis exploded.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Come on, baby. Suck. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
The blinding flash of cum that erupted in her mouth had him really stimulated. Reaching down Paul pinned his mother's head to his shaft. He wanted her to lick every drop of juice from his dick.
"Eat it," he cried eagerly, bending back and arching his legs. "Eat it."
He pushed his pelvis forward letting his cock thrust as far down her throat as he could.
The milky white sperm tasted good to her. When she pulled off a delighted smile formed on her face. She looked at her young son and with a happy expression announced, "You tasted just as delicious as your father used to."
"I remember you liked it," he admitted candidly. "When I was fourteen years old and stood in the hall and watched you blowing dad I could see you suck and swallow it. The old man liked to have you swallow it. I remember once you wanted to spit it out."
"You must have watched us more than once," Kathy told him nervously.
"Yes," he admitted, "I did. And I've been dreaming about the day that I could find a gorgeous chick to go down on me and lick me all around my privates."
"You never dreamed it would be your own mother, did you?"
"Yes, I did dream about you," he admitted. "I figured you could really give a super suck. You haven't disappointed me, mom."
She looked at him now and her own body was burning with lusty sexual desires.
"Do you want me to take care of you?" the young boy asked as he glanced down at his still-rigid male member.
"I would love it if you would," she sighed. "But I'm doing something evil. I know I am."
"No, you're not," he assured her. "Just let me enjoy you. Why don't you take off all of your clothes, mom and get in bed with me?"
She glanced down at the magazine which was still at one side of the bed.
"Throw that thing in the trash," she said, "it's bad for you. It fires up your imagination when you don't have the body to satisfy you."
"I don't need it anymore," he told her as he reached for the magazine and threw it in the wastebasket. Looking at his mother as she took off her clothes had him even more excited.
"You've got a gorgeous pair of boobs," he told her with a shy smile.
"Your father said he was a breast man," his mother laughed, "and it's like father, like son, I guess."
She got to her feet and pulled off her panties. When he saw her moistening fur-trimmed triangle his appetite was whetted to eat her.
"I'll slide my tongue in there and love you," he told her.
"I hope so," she assured him.
Kathy hardly knew what to do anymore. But that wasn't important. For her young son directed her.
"I want you to slide your pussy over my mouth," he suggested, "and I'll eat you."
As if she were in a trance she followed his every instruction. She slid across him and let her pussy press against his mouth.
"Lick me, darling," she suggested, "go ahead."
Paul's hands gripped Kathy's buttocks. He pulled her closer to him. He loved seeing her vagina close up. Every curly pubic hair pleased him. His hot tongue swept along her crevice.
"I want you to eat it," she told him. "Stick your tongue in my twat and eat it."
Obediently Paul stiffened his tongue and jabbed it forward. He loved the delicious taste of her vagina. He kept his tongue licking and lashing at her love button. And she was so happy that he enjoyed her this much she reached down to grip his head. She ran her fingers through his soft brown hair. She looked at his blue eyes as they widened in wonder and delight as he ate her.
"Eat me, baby," she breathed excitedly. "Ohhh, yes, yes. That's the way. Whip your tongue in there. Oh, lover, lick me."
In and out his thick tongue worked.
"I can't stand it," Kathy cried passionately, "Oh, eat my box, baby. Love me. Lick me."
Paul licked his mother's pussy. And when he had finished devouring her completely he pulled his tongue out.
"You're such a good boy," she panted, "you sure know how to make a woman happy with your tongue."
A shy but happy smile greeted her as she slid down his body and rested beside him.
"Daddy would go ape if he ever caught us," he chuckled, "but he left us, damn it. We're getting even with him."
In a flash Kathy understood how he figured their lovemaking. Apparently, as far as he was concerned it was a form of vengeance. A form of getting even. This bothered her. She didn't want her son to look at their love like this. It was something far more beautiful, something far more precious to her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "don't ever look at our love like that. We've got something going. The chemistry is right."
He grinned at her. Reaching out he played with her bosoms.
"How many times I've wanted to touch these," he admitted, "but I couldn't say anything. That was when my brother Eric was around. Eric would think I was crazy if I said you turned me on."
"Your brother wouldn't understand," she admitted. "But we do, don't we, baby?"
"Yes," her young son assured her passionately, "we understand it all."